What Do I Know of Holy

I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all No
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?

Oh how often this is my cry to heaven.  Do I really fear God?  Do I really view Him as being the Almighty, the Creator of all things?  How often do I forget just Who it is that I'm talking to?  How often do I doubt that He's even listening?  Oh to be past this faith-without-sight phase and to move on to the place where I will finally be able to behold my Savior's beautiful face!

What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life "its" name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?

~Addison Road's "What Do I Know of Holy"